That is a good book which is opened with expectation and closed with profit.
Amos Bronson Alcott
It really was a meeting
The bottle took a beating
The ladies of the manor
Watched me climb into my car and
I was going down the track about a hundred and five
They had the stop-watch rolling
I stopped at a road house in Texas
A little place called hamburger dan's
I put a quarter in the jukebox
Play the truck drivin' man
The waitress she poured me some coffee
Sometimes we wish for the better
When we have it good as it gets
Sometimes the grass isn't greener
Soon as we find out we forget
Sometimes the fool doesn't know he's a fool
Sometimes a dog he don't know he's a dog
Have yourself a merry little Christmas
Let your heart be light
From now on, our troubles will be out of sight
Have yourself a merry little Christmas
Make the Yuletide gay
From now on, our troubles will be miles away
Oh, how I love him
But he just doesn't see
Tall and tan and young and handsome
The boy from Ipanema goes walking
And when he passes
Lea:
You know some kids ask us what happiness really is.
Well, to me happiness is a hamburger, going to the movies, new clothes.
Well, what's your happiness, gerard?
Gerard:
Right now all I can see are clouds of sorrow
From the other side of all this grief
Is that you I hear, laughing loud
Calling out to me
See, its everything you said that it would be
Will you risk your reputation?
I don't know.
You just don't know what you're sayin'
Anymore.
You know beggars can't be chosers,
That is fair.
Nice guys finish last
You're running out of gas
Your sympathy will get you left behind
Sometimes you're at your best
When you feel the worst
You feel washed up like piss gone down the drain
Danger, she's out into the night
Danger, she's such a pretty sight
She was treated so badly it seems
Now she's lookin' for a dream
Danger, she's out into the night
